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"The Pact"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Smut, Porn With Plot, OT5, Fluff, Mild
Angst, Humor, Fivesome, Angst, Newtypes, Possessive Behavior, Alternate
Universe - Dark, Non-Graphic Violence Pairings: 3x5x2x4x1 Summary: Formerly Intervention (retitled because the story detoured and went its own way).After seducing Quatre, the other four ex-pilots brave the uncharted waters of their new abilities and learn to cope with the unintentional gifts they were given. But as always, power requires responsibility and the humbling acknowledgement of humanity's weaknesses. The struggle to stay true to themselves becomes a dangerous and terrifying endeavor as they skirt the boundary where conscience bleeds into chaos and the dark abyss of temptation.
"The Pact" The air between them crackled in the silence that followed and Quatre instinctively knew that Trowa was standing in the middle of his living room with his jaw on the floor. If he hadn’t felt so damned tired, he would have laughed. Sleep had been elusive in the last few days, not surprisingly, but finally revealing the information to Trowa seemed like a weight lifted off his shoulders. Slightly. A minute weight. Like four tons down to three. But better than nothing, he supposed. “You’re going to catch flies, Trowa.” Quatre could almost hear the hinges of his jaw creaking. Trowa sputtered like a suffocating fish, floundering for words that could express what he was feeling, but instead squeaked out a barely audible, “How?” Fuck, if that wasn’t the million dollar question. “I’m...still trying to wrap my head around all this myself and I’m sure I don’t have all the answers yet, but Iria seems to know a lot about this -” “She does?” “Yeah. Came as a surprise to me, too.” “And she didn’t tell you all this before?” “She -” Quatre rubbed his eyes. They felt gummy and raw, like his lids were made of sandpaper. “It’s...complicated, but she couldn’t tell me. Partly because of bureaucracy, partly because she and my father agreed that it would be in my best interest if I was left in the dark. It’s the main reason why my father didn’t want me going off to war. He wasn’t afraid of me getting killed so much as he was afraid of me encountering someone that the Omega would be interested in.” Admitting that out loud felt like rubbing salt into an already festering wound, but he swallowed the metaphorically bitter pill and forced himself to focus on the present. “You make it sound like a living thing.” “It...kind of is. I mean, it operates on its own terms, not unlike how our reptilian brains still drive our instincts.” “And when we seduced you, that activated it? But then...it must have already been active, at least on some level.” “It was dormant. It was just there. Waiting.” “For us.” It wasn’t a question, but Quatre nodded anyway. “Yeah, that’s what I gather. I’m so sorry, Trowa.” “For what? This isn’t your fault.” “Well, it certainly wasn’t intentional, but still. I forced you all into some sort of cosmic contract with this parasite and now you’re all stuck with me. Maybe if I’d known ahead of time, I could have stopped this before it happened.” He couldn’t see him, but he knew Trowa was smiling. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “Isn’t it?” “Quat, I love you. I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time now. I’m just sorry I didn’t have the balls to tell you sooner.” Quatre’s heart warmed at the confession and he sniffed back the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to tell me that. But this isn’t a normal relationship in any sense of the word, Trowa. You’re stuck with me for life. The Omega will never let us break up, or anything of the sort. And...you have to share me with the other guys.” “Well, I know I’m harboring some jealousy over that, but...I understand and I think we can make this work, somehow.” “You’re taking this awfully well.” “Quat, I’ve been through so much worse and I’m still here. This is nothing I can’t handle, especially if it means I get to be with you.” He closed his eyes and smiled, feeling strangely giddy despite the anxiety of what lay ahead. “When did you become such a hopeless romantic?” “I blame you. And Duo.” “Duo? Really?” “I know, it’s weird, but...I’ve been talking to him quite a lot the past few days. He’s been waxing poetic about you the likes of which I didn’t even know he was capable of.” “Are you serious?” “He’s going out of his mind, Quat. He’s taken to calling all three of us several times a day to ‘check in’. He’s gotten so obnoxious that Heero and Wufei stopped answering his calls.” “That makes me feel even worse.” Trowa paused, and then added quietly, “Then I suppose I shouldn’t disclose that I haven’t been much better.” Quatre winced, feeling lower than the dog shit that he still hadn’t gotten around to cleaning off his running shoes. “I’m sorry. I should have called sooner, but I -” “Quat, it’s okay really. I understand. That was quite a load that got dropped on you and you needed a little time, especially after what we did to you.” He realized that Trowa had been dealing with his own guilt the last few days and not hearing from Quatre must have been killing him. It was high time to set the record straight. “Look, you didn’t hurt me, okay? You didn’t force me, you didn’t do anything wrong. Got it?” “Are you sure? We were so aggressive and -” “You can’t hurt me even if you wanted to. The Omega would never allow it. Besides, I’m not a delicate little flower. I’m not fragile. I know I look the part, but believe me, I’m not. I can take a lot more than what you guys did and still walk away unscathed. I consented to it. If I hadn’t, it would have been obvious. I’m fine, okay?” “But...was it you consenting, or the Omega?” Quatre bit his lip and scratched at the leather of his desk blotter with his fingernail. He still wasn’t sure about that. It had felt like his own. He’d freely given it as far as he was concerned, but he still didn’t know all the ins and outs of his own free will and how it was tied in with the Omega. Were any of the decisions he’d ever made his own? Was his desire to join the war efforts really his choice, or was the Omega quietly dictating his behavior in its instinctual need to find its mates? If that was the case, it was subtle. So subtle that he wasn’t even aware of it and that was perhaps the most disturbing part of all this. Not knowing where he ended and the Omega began. His answer was tentative, but it was the best he could offer for the time being. “I’m pretty sure it was mine. It felt like me. I wanted it and I did enjoy it. I thought that much was obvious.” “You were so wet, Quat. I felt like I was almost drugged when I ingested it.” “It’s called Eroycinnia, or Slick is the slang term, I guess. It comes from the Eroyica gland and I produce it when I become aroused, or when the Omega wants to mate. Apparently, it also reacts to shows of dominance from you guys which is what happened that night.” “When Heero said your name like that, you went all funny. I swear, I could smell it.” “Your senses are heightened now more than ever. So are mine. The Eroycinnia kind of has a narcotic effect on Alphas. The gland is just below the prostate and I found out the hard way that it’s also triggered by touch.” He flushed with heat when he remembered the exam and how soaked Iria’s hand was after she’d touched his Eroyica gland. “This is so embarrassing.” “Who touched it?” He was startled by the near-growl underlying Trowa’s question and cursed when that familiar pang lanced through his lower belly. Allah, if he could be so deeply affected over such a long distance, he was screwed. “Iria,” he reassured him quickly, if only to stop the seep of fluid that threatened to leave a stain on the seat of his trousers. “She performed a physical exam to make sure everything was normal.” The silence was tense and Quatre waited anxiously to see if that subdued the other man’s territorial reaction. Finally, Trowa released a breath that sounded a little shaky. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” “It’s okay. Iria said that’s normal. Possessiveness is just par for the course, or so I’m told.” “Well, I won’t deny that I’ve always sort of been like that with you, but how are we going to make this work?” “I’ll be honest. I don’t really know. Iria said most of the time, Omegas end up living with their Alphas. Separation anxiety is a major problem so we’re going to have to figure that out. I know you guys have obligations elsewhere so we’ll have to get together to discuss what we’re going to do.” “Is there anything else I should know right off the bat? I know this is going to be a learning experience for all of us and we’ll take it as we go, but for now I want to be sure I have everything important that I need to know.” “Well, Iria told me that I’m technically in a committed relationship now so I need to act like it. If I don’t...it could lead to something bad happening. She did say that things will calm down as time goes on, but until we’re all more settled into this situation, it’s going to be hectic. She didn’t say the same for you guys, but I did get the sense that there wouldn’t be much, if any, uh...nookie...on the side for any of you.” “Duo had sex with Hilde.” “Did he?” Though, that wasn’t necessarily surprising. They’d had umpteen flings as far as Quatre knew, but he’d be lying if he said the news didn’t rattle him a little. “He was so desperate, he was practically crawling out of his skin and she let him have sex with her in the hopes that it would make him stop trying to dry hump everything,” Trowa said with a snort. “He’s kind of a horn dog.” No shit. “Did it work?” “No. He said it didn’t do anything.” Trowa paused and then asked, “Did you sense them at all?” “No, I didn’t. I had no idea. I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to call me.” “Oh, believe me, he wanted to. We all did, but we were trying to give you some space.” “I appreciate that.” “He needs you...so do I,” Trowa told him in a hushed whisper, raspy with urgency. “And I get the feeling that Heero and Wufei aren’t faring much better than we are.” “They just hide it better,” Quatre mused. “I’m wondering now if it’s harmful to you, or to me, or to someone else if we wait too long. Iria advised against that, but she didn’t inform me of what could happen. I probably should have asked, but I was overwhelmed.” He leaned back and pressed a hand against his forehead. “I still have to tell them all of this.” “We’ll do it together. Either we can do a conference call, or we can all meet up somewhere.” “Perhaps we should meet. I feel like we’re all going to need another round soon anyway.” “Are you sure you’re up for that?” “Of course I am! I know it’s only been a few days, but I miss you guys already and...the separation has been hard on me, too. It’s like - it’s like a gnawing hunger and nothing I do will satisfy it. I know what I need and it’s you. It’s all of you.” In truth, he’d never felt such a void within himself before. He needed their presence to soothe his nerves. He needed their touches, both loving and aggressive. And he needed the sex that he now knew only they could provide to quell this thing inside him that railed for their affections, becoming more and more demanding the longer he denied it of what it desired most. Allah help him, he wanted to be eaten out, fucked, and then eaten out and fucked again until he forgot his own goddamned name. At this point, the desperation to be dominated by his Alphas far outweighed his sense of morality and shame. To Hell with decorum. “I need you, Trowa,” he confessed in a plaintive tone. “I’ve been fighting it, but I know it’s useless and I’m sick of denying it.” Tears of frustration crested over his eyelids and he brushed them away angrily. “This thing in me will not stop until it gets what it wants and it wants you and the others to - to just fucking take me.” He heard a soft curse on the other end of the line and knew his words had the desired effect. “You’re killing me, Quat.” He let out a hollow, bitter laugh. “I’m killing myself, I think.” “But is this something you want?” “I think so. But...I don’t even care anymore how much of it is the Omega and how much is me. I just don’t care, Trowa.” “Shit, okay. I feel you there, believe me. Shouldn’t we get together somewhere in public first, though? I don’t think we’ll be able to control ourselves once we see you again. At least not Duo, or I.” “I thought that at first, too, but I don’t want to take the risk of finding out the hard way that being in public doesn’t matter. I would prefer not to make a scene that I’ll wind up having to explain to the media later. I don’t think any of us will even be able to focus on the topic if we’re all so pent up and if you guys are anything like you were the first time, logic won’t exactly work.” “You have a point. What do you suggest?” “Come to my apartment. If there’s anything we need to get out of our systems, and I’m sure there will be, we can get that out of the way first and then we should be able to focus on the rest when our heads are clearer.” “Okay, that sounds good. Do you want me to call the guys for you?” “I can contact Heero and Wufei. You can call Duo. I don’t have the energy to deal with him right now,” he said with a laugh. “I love him dearly, but…” “He’s a handful, I know,” Trowa chuckled. “It’s no problem. I have a performance in forty five minutes so I’ll get in touch with him after. When should we do this?” “I have to report to work tomorrow. What is it, Tuesday? I’ve been slacking enough as it is and my colleagues are beginning to fret about my absence. I’m sure the rumor mill is becoming quite creative at this point. Can you come Sunday, or is that too long of a wait?” There was a pained groan on the other end of the line, but Trowa conceded readily enough. “Yeah, if that’s what works for you. Just don’t overwork yourself until then, okay? You sound exhausted, Quat.” “Understatement of the year,” he agreed. “Well, try to rest when you can. Are you off Saturday?” “I’m taking it, yeah. I don’t care if anyone bitches.” “Good. Take that day just for yourself. I don’t want you half asleep when we show up on Sunday, especially if what we think will happen happens.” Quatre’s limbs thrummed with a faint buzzing energy as his adrenaline spiked and he tried with valiant effort to control the tremor in his hands. The anticipation of what was to come caused an instant response, as if his fight, or flight instincts had been triggered. “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” he answered a little too emphatically. “Why?” “Your respiration is high.” Trowa cursed again. “Fuck, Quat. I can practically hear your heart beating. I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next five days without you.” Fuck, I don't either. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. It seemed his body’s responses were affecting Trowa, even at such a long distance. It seemed contact of any kind worked as a conduit, even across hundreds of thousands of miles. This inexplicable bond of theirs finding each other through time and space. He found himself wanting to test that theory and his mouth quirked as a naughty idea wormed its way into his brain. “Hey, Trowa. Are you into phone sex?”
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He lifted his foot out of the water and used his toes to turn the tap off. Sinking down until he was submerged up to his chin in soothing hot, lavender-scented bubbles, he let out a long gratuitous moan and closed his eyes. It was quiet but for the occasional drip of water into the tub and he had to keep reminding himself not to doze off. He was relaxed now, languid and ready for sleep after getting less than four hours in the last three days. Trowa had been fully on board when he’d suggested phone sex and his gravelly, “Fuck yes,” had gone right to Quatre’s loins, igniting his blood and prompting his Eroyica gland to kick into high gear. They’d had to rush since Trowa had less than a half an hour before his performance. Quatre didn’t even bother to take their business to his bedroom, instead shucking his trousers and slouching in his desk chair with his legs draped over the leather-padded arms. He’d whimpered and moaned like a porn star as Trowa whispered the most delightful filth into his ear while he dug his fingers into his body and brought himself to a swift and earth-shattering climax. He’d soaked not only his hand, but the chair and rug beneath it, though hearing Trowa groaning through his own orgasm was well worth the mess and the slight repulsion he still experienced when he produced it. Iria assured him the discomfort would lessen with time and he hoped she was right. He supposed his visceral reaction was normal considering it wasn’t exactly a typical bodily function for a man. Of course, it wasn’t as good as the actual sex with Trowa and the guys, but surprisingly, it managed to calm the Omega at least for the time being. Perhaps just hearing Trowa’s voice through it all was enough for the parasite that resided within him to be satisfied. “It better be because that’s the best you’re going to get until Sunday, you greedy bastard.” Strange, but he’d begun talking to it as though it were sentient and maybe it was on some level. In some weird sense, he almost thought it could hear him at times and if that was true, maybe there was room for negotiation. On his desk still sat the pile of information Iria had given him to pour over and he snorted when he remembered the pamphlet. It was a tri-folded, glossy brochure with photos of couples toasting each other in front of a roaring fire, smiling like they had some sinister secret over a candlelight dinner, and frolicking like children at the beach. The title on the front spelled out, in large swooping font no less, ‘So You’re An Omega. What Happens Now?’ “Can’t believe someone actually made a brochure,” he chortled, scooping bubbles onto his finger and then blowing them into the air. He reached for his wine glass that stood on the tile ledge surrounding the tub and sniffed the bouquet like a snooty socialite at a fancy vineyard. “Mild, earthy...with a trace of cherry -” sniff “- cedar and -” sniff “- and tertiary notes of gay orgy.” He snickered into the glass and took a sip, swishing the Cabernet around in his mouth before he swallowed it. “Oh, Mother. There is so much I could have learned from you,” he said wistfully. “You would have told me about all this. I don’t know how I know that, but I do. I wish you were here to guide me through this.” He tipped his head back onto the shell-shaped inflatable bath pillow and blinked up at the ceiling. “I’m so fucked, aren’t I?”
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“Quatre?” “Hello, Heero. How are you?” Quatre gave his friend a cautionary smile as he looked him over. Heero appeared rather haggard, more so than usual. The bags beneath his eyes were prominent and his tangled hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in a few weeks. “You look like shit.” Heero gave him a wry look. “Thanks. I’m fine, though. Just been working. How are you? You just get out of the shower?” Quatre could sense his concern beneath the carefully schooled stoic expression, but decided to play things by ear. “Bath, actually. I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. I was preoccupied.” “Understandable. I...wanted to call, but I didn’t know how to -” he sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. His aura screamed of agitation and fatigue. “I couldn’t find the words to express how sorry I am...about what happened.” “Heero, it’s fine. I’m fine. I already talked to Trowa.” “I figured you would get in touch with him first.” He could detect a hint of jealousy in Heero’s tone, but chose to ignore it for the moment. “I told him what was going on and...well, I need to tell the rest of you and I think it would be best if we all got together.” Heero shifted, looking deeply uncomfortable. Duo had once dubbed it his ‘constipation face’. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Quatre. After -” Quatre held up a hand to stop the self-deprecating speech that he knew was coming. Jesus, maybe I’ve rubbed off on them more than I thought. “It is. Trust me on this, okay?” “But what if it happens again?” “I’m prepared for that and it’s fine. There is a reason for all this and look, it’s going to happen, but trust me when I tell you I’m perfectly okay with that. Once we’re done, I’ll explain everything.” “Can’t you just tell me now?” “It would take way too long and I haven’t even called Wufei yet. It’s best if we do this in person.” “Are you sure about this, Quatre? I mean, you actually want us to do that again? And then you’re not even going to tell us until after?” “I’m positive. Once we come face to face again, none of us are going to be able to think straight anyway, so I’m prepared for whatever happens. Then after, when we’re all coherent again, I’ll tell you all everything I know about this so far.” “How did you find out?” “My sister.” “The doctor?” “Yes.” “Hm.” Heero stared down at his desk and was silent for a few moments. Quatre took the opportunity to look behind him and balked at the state of his usually neat and tidy room. “What the hell happened to your room?” Heero blinked dazedly at him and then he slowly turned his head to look at the mess as if he had no clue what Quatre was talking about. “Oh, it’s...nothing.” “That doesn’t look like nothing,” he said, observing the numerous holes in the walls and Heero’s belongings strewn about. “It looks like you were robbed, or raided by ESUN. Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” Heero insisted with a tone of impatience. “You’re not fine, Heero.” “Look, it’s been hard, okay?” Heero shouted and slammed his hand down onto his desk, startling Quatre with his sudden vehemence. He leaned in, so close to his screen that Quatre could see only one blue eye. His voice was so loud as he spoke into the microphone that it sounded distorted and Quatre instinctively turned the volume down. “I haven’t been able to sleep. I’m going fucking crazy because I can’t stop thinking about you and then I feel like total shit because I don’t have the right to think about you like that.” Allah, but this was destroying them all. What had he done? “Heero, it’s okay. You do have the right. Please, don’t do this to yourself. I told you there’s a reason.” Heero’s visible eye closed and Quatre’s heart broke as he watched a tear slide over the ridge of his cheekbone. “I need you, Quatre. I’ve never needed anyone, or anything like this and I’m - I’m so scared. I don’t know what it means. I can’t stop touching myself and it doesn’t do any good anyway and then I just wind up hating myself even more. I feel like I’m being tortured!” “Okay, Heero. Just calm down, alright? I’m going to help you.” “How?” “Right now? I’m going to take the edge off. Are you hard?” Heero reared back and stared at him as though he’d grown two heads. “What?” Quatre summoned what little patience he had left and realized that he’d probably have to do this with Wufei, too. “Is your dick hard, Heero?” Heero gave him a distinctive ‘duh’ look. “It hasn’t stopped being hard.” “Okay, take it out and stroke it.” The other man looked hilariously scandalized. “Quatre! I'm - I'm not sure this is a good -” “Do you want to feel better, or not?” Heero paused, his eyes flitting around suspiciously. “Is this a joke?” Christ. Quatre propped his chin on his hand. “Does it feel like a joke?” “...No?” “Look, it seemed to work for both me and Trowa, okay? Can you trust me, please?” Heero glanced down at his lap and then back up at Quatre who almost wept from the hopeful shine of his eyes. “Are we really doing this?” “Do you want to?” His eyes closed in resignation and then after a pregnant pause, he finally nodded. “Yes. If it will help then, yes.”
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Three additional rounds of phone sex later, Quatre dropped down onto the bed so hard, he bounced off the springs a few times. He turned his face into the pillow, groaning when he inhaled the scent of his friends that still clung to the cotton after their first round of sex. “Fucking shit.” He’d gotten not only Trowa off, but Heero, Wufei, and Duo as well as himself each time he whispered words that before all of this happened, would have made him blush to the roots of his hair. Now, the dirty talk only fueled his arousal and before he even knew what he was doing, he was naked from the waist down with two fingers buried up his ass, in full view of the other men. He’d never even touched his own dick. Didn’t need to and that was a first. He’d only had sex a handful of times before that first momentous encounter a few nights ago and no matter how good the fucking was, he’d always needed stimulation to his cock to reach orgasm. Fingering himself was something he was long accustomed to, having done it routinely since he was fourteen, but that also required the stroking of his cock to get off. Coming untouched and so often in such a short span of time was an experience like nothing else and it left him feeling euphoric, but also completely drained. Though it seemed to do the trick just as it had with Trowa. Quatre couldn’t stop thinking about the relief he saw in their eyes after watching them come all over themselves. The way their tense muscles relaxed, probably for the first time in days. The way their bodies slumped with languid satiation, and their dopey smiles enough to let him know he’d done a sufficient job. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling with eyes droopy from four climaxes and a few too many glasses of wine. “As Heero would say: Mission accomplished.” At the very least, this little experiment gave him some hope. If they could temporarily satisfy each other this way, it would be very helpful during times when they couldn’t be together. Duo and Wufei were relatively easy as they didn’t travel much, but as head of security for the Vice Foreign Minister, Heero was required to move around a lot as was Trowa who went on tour six months out of the year. If nothing else, he could at least help them to cope during times of separation and hopefully prevent them from losing their minds. That meant that no one had to give up their livelihoods over this. They could still hold onto their careers, allowing them to keep their own individual identities and that made Quatre feel much better about their prospective future. One of his worst fears had been any of them harboring resentment towards him if it came down to them having to give up aspects of their lives for him. That was the last thing he wanted. So this was promising, possibly even workable. And if Duo had sex with Hilde with seemingly no issues, then they might even be able to pursue other relationships if they chose to do so. For Quatre, that appeared to be out of the question, but as long as he wasn’t hindering the romantic lives of his friends, he could live with that. He’d been pining for Trowa for years anyway and now he knew his feelings were reciprocated. What started out as the silly crush of a fifteen year old, had now evolved into real love and devotion and Trowa didn’t seem to mind the unusual circumstances. “Hmmm...maybe this isn’t so bad after all,” he mumbled into his pillow as he curled his legs up towards his chest and settled down to sleep. He felt pleasantly drowsy, enough that he was sure he would finally get a good night’s rest. He was going to need it. Tomorrow, he would arrive at WEI as a newly ordained Omega. There was a slight flutter of trepidation at the thought, wondering if anyone would notice anything different about him. Was it obvious to the average person, or was it something invisible to those who didn’t know what to look for? Did he look different? Sound different? Smell different? His fading consciousness dimly recalled Iria’s warning about the threat of other Alphas. He had no idea how many Alphas, or potential Alphas there were out there. Were there any at work? And if so, who? Would they notice any change in him, or be able to detect his Omega? “Mmm, so many Alphas, so little time,” he slurred and then began to drift off, into a world where nothing, yet everything made sense in their own peculair way. Oddly enough, he dreamed of clocks. Lots of clocks. A giant room filled with clocks from ceiling to floor. Grandfather clocks, cuckoo clocks, even digital clocks, all ticking in time. There was a sense of urgency about them, as if he was running out of time, but to do what? When they counted down to the final moment and began to chime, the haunting tones of hollow brass began to fade into the distance and was replaced by the more electronic sound of a digital alarm clock filtering through the dreamy haze. Once his brain was cognizant enough to realize his alarm was going off, he snaked a hand out from beneath the warmth of the covers and slapped the ‘snooze’ button. But he didn’t go back to sleep, instead peeking out from under the blankets to watch the artificial sunlight transform from a deep blue, to a faint pink. He sat up and groggily rubbed his eyes, feeling a little disoriented. He hadn’t slept that deeply in years. Even stranger was the realization that the dream began soon after he’d fallen asleep and yet it seemed to last the whole night. By his own estimation, the dream had only lasted at the most, twenty minutes. He shook his head to clear away the cobwebs and climbed out of bed, heading for the shower. As he tipped his head beneath the spray of water, he begged the Omega to spare him any unpleasant workplace embarrassments. “At this point, I’ll settle for no spontaneous erections, impromptu leaking, or bouts of uncontrollable horniness. Work with me here, okay? If you want my cooperation, you’re going to have to give me a little, too. Deal?” He got no obvious response from the Omega, not that he actually expected one, but for some reason, that eerie feeling returned and left him slightly unsettled. It was that feeling that told him, somehow, on some level, the Omega had heard him. And it understood every word. He still hadn’t made up his mind whether that was a good, or a bad thing.
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